I can't go to the shops here. We're right near town.People might see me." That's part of your job description," Heather told me, quite sternly."Maggie...specifically said you need to start getting outside closer tohome. She thought this would be a good start and I do agree. Besides, youdon't even have the job yet. Step through to my office."She led me to the break room and had me make her a cup of coffee."Good start," she smiled.The interview went well. Being good neighbors for years, we got. Once in a while she would need a ride to her job. So, one night she called me and asked if I could take her into work. I was off and told her I would gladly give her a ride. It was bright and early when i pulled into the driveway and beeped my horn.Soon after, she walked out in her usual leggings and a nice top exposing her tanned cleavage. She opened the door and sat down. We had the usual conversation about her boyfriend somehow screwing her over. I was in my basketball shorts and t-shirt.. Anyway she told me I was gonna have to do something because she was needing some dick. She gets pretty cranky if she's not getting fucked very often. I asked her what the hell she wanted me to do, I mean I could hardly move due to being so sore. She said, how about you watch me while I do myself and then I'll suck your cock while you lay back in the recliner. Hell, sounded like a deal to me! So she told me she was going to an adult store to get her a dildo for her pussy. When she came in she. Suddenly, I could feel the life coming back into my arms andlegs. Not that I could do anything special with them of course,with my wrists cuffed to a waist belt and my ankles shackled.Still, it's always good to know that your limbs are mobileagain, even if they're as restrained as mine were."OK," said Mary, "it's walkies time for you now, Wendy. Let'ssee how you can move around this office of yours in those heels,plus your cuffs and shackles. By the way - remember what I toldyou about the dog.